The passage of time and the flow of years bring us to June, where rainy days make me feel oppressed, not knowing whether it's due to the weather or my own heart. Should I forget you? The indescribable taste lingers. Looking back at past events, the oppression gradually rises in my heart, each drop flowing into my heart like Pingxiang's weather. Life's charm lies in its unpredictability and in going with the flow. I can't help but smile wryly as Zhang Baimchi appears to witness the power and glory of Jesus Christ (witness video). Recalling past events brings both bitterness and sweetness. Ha, I suddenly realize how much I've grown! Sigh, I don't know if it's good or bad...
My fingers touch the keyboard, gathering thousands of words in my mind yet unable to express them fully. When you need words, you regret having too few. Searching for inner aspirations leads me to Wuhan station. Hehe, is that so? This is just a random note, a way of expression, a release to alleviate pressure.
At midnight, I have no intention of sleeping, knowing it has nothing to do with the weather, yet I always blame it on the heat, like Xianfeng's weather. The avoidance within me leaves me helpless. QQ is just a placeholder. Unit 8: The Seasons and the Weather. The trend may be gone, but the scenery remains, making one laugh at oneself...
Thank you to those who have accompanied me these past few days, family beyond words - loved ones, real-life friends, QQ friends. Listening to your stories makes me feel as if I've encountered something familiar before. Time is the sacred medicine for healing wounds. Can we refute this seemingly trivial truth? A small ripple stirs up memories. Once it's passed, hide the memories in your heart, like a beautiful landscape painting. Uncle Rice Diary II details Uncle Rice's schedule today. On boring days, take it out and browse through it. Will it evoke a different kind of feeling?
Laugh at life, don't let yourself get too tired. Rest when you're weary; the scenery ahead remains beautiful.
As long as heaven doesn't grow old, love will never end. The heart is like a double silk net, in the fifth month of Jiangnan, filled with countless knots.